“Children need art and stories and poems and music as much as they need love and food and fresh air and play. “

Yes! THIS. Everything. I hope everyone I know reads this and shares it. Thank you Philip Pullman.

Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award

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Wise words from Philip Pullman, who received the Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award in 2005:

Children need art and stories and poems and music as much as they need love and food and fresh air and play. If you don’t give a child food, the damage quickly becomes visible. If you don’t let a child have fresh air and play, the damage is also visible, but not so quickly. If you don’t give a child love, the damage might not be seen for some years, but it’s permanent.

But if you don’t give a child art and stories and poems and music, the damage is not so easy to see. It’s there, though. Their bodies are healthy enough; they can run and jump and swim and eat hungrily and make lots of noise, as children have always done, but something is missing.

It’s true that some people grow up never encountering…

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Blind Trust

I’m loving these posts. Fun for the horror fans (and everyone else who wants a well written and unexpected story)

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What good is a romantic story without secrets and lies? (and death, because that’s how I roll) No marriage is perfect… This story was published in Creepies 3 by WPaD and also in my Dysfictional 3 collection.

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This year, Gina’s gift to her husband would be extra special. It had been years in the planning; an interminable wait list, clandestine phone calls, hasty arrangements with the help of her sister when the time finally came.

Keeping the secret from Stuart had been agonizing; usually, they told each other everything. Conveniently, he was away on business when Gina and Maxine boarded a taxi for the airport. She told him her sister was recovering from surgery and needed an extra set of hands around the house for a couple of weeks. It was a half-truth; she did stay with her sister in Boston, but it was…

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Vacation

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As promised, here’s the sequel to the previous story, Battle of the Bean. This one will be published in WPaD’s upcoming anthology, Goin’ Extinct Too, scheduled for release in the first half of 2020.

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“Are we there yet?”

“No.”

“How much farther?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m bored. Can’t we stop somewhere?”

“Will you stop harassing me? We will get there when we get there.”

“Don’t yell at the children, Dax. They’re just restless. They’ve been cooped up in this vehicle for ages. Can’t we find a place to stop so they can get some exercise?” Sky said.

“Where would you suggest?”

“I’m sure there’s someplace suitable around here. How about that place?”

“What if it’s no good?”

“There’s only one way to find out. Scan it.”

Dax entered the coordinates into the computer and read the results.

“Sounds ok, but might be some kind of tourist trap.”

“Well…

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Just Want Bethalynne Home. 120 Days in Hospital

Please read. Please donate.

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I came to know Myke Amend through his amazing Steampunk themes artwork. He reminded me of a modern Jules Tavernier. Then I discovered the beautiful works of his wife and love artist Bethalynne Bajema. They are one of those couples with the kind of love that so many people can only imagine. It is true and strong. They need your help.

Myke has started a GoFundMe account to get Bethalynne home. Please read below. Please donate if you can. Please share this.

CLICK HERE to donate.

Just Want Bethalynne Home. 120 Days in Hospital

From Myke Amend

My wife, artist Bethalynne Bajema (Amend), was recovering from a terrible fall, but doing well… fine, happy, and taking short walks by the river with me by March of the following year. More and more energy every day.

By April her legs were swollen, and we thought it was maybe a fracture…

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The Immigrant

Best new blog of 2020

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Might as well start at the beginning, with one of the first short stories I wrote, back in the 90s, before I knew the first thing about writing fiction. COVER_FINAL

Since then, this story has evolved and undergone some major rewrites.

Here is the latest edition, most recently published by WPaD Publications in their science fiction anthology, Strange Adventures in a Deviant Universe. 

THE IMMIGRANT

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“We only have to look at ourselves to see how intelligent life might develop into something we wouldn’t want to meet.”

~ Stephen W. Hawking ~

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Richard Simmons had apparently let himself go, and wandered into the wrong office in search of a soup kitchen. The man standing at the counter was not the real Richard Simmons, of course, but aside from his grimy, ragged appearance, he could have been the famous fitness guru’s twin.

Doppelgangers were a common sight in Phil’s line of…

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